Plans for tomorrow:
1. Dentist. Lord have mercy, I don't want to go to the dentist again this year. The root canal/faux tooth ordeal earlier this year was enough, thank you very much. And yet? And yet.
Tomorrow's appointment is nothing bad -- just a cleaning -- but I am still dreading the examination and the head shaking and the pointed questions about my brushing and flossing habits and the inevitable scheduling for the next round of fillings. I hate going to the dentist, even if the dentist is a nice sort of fellow.
2. Voting. I do not care if I'm totally hopped up on novocane and sporting an oozing head wound; I am so voting tomorrow. Early voting's a wonderful innovation, if only that it allows citizens like Adam (who voted last week) to answer the telephone, pause for a moment and then say, "Yeah, I already voted. No, I'm not telling you who/what I voted for," before hanging up with vigor.
I want to vote, and I want to vote before November 7, because that day's going to be hellacious enough without having to take the Election SATs.* So I'm voting tomorrow. If you see me in line with a book or my laptop and I'm looking kind of lumpy-jawed, won't you say hello?
3. Shopping. There's no getting around it. I need new work pants. I need new work shirts. I need new work everything. Hello, Old Navy. Have you missed my credit card?
4. Writing. Maybe this should be #1 on the list, or at the very least, #2, but here it is, below dentist visits and voting and consumerism. But hey! I got some done this weekend! I'm very happy! But I'm not so happy about the inadvertant participation in NaNoWriMo! But if you're taking part in NaNoWriMo, yay! Just, I should be done with the NoWri part before the NoMo part, YouKNo?
Oiph.
*For those of you outside of the 505, we're paper voting this year. Actually, I don't even know if it's the whole of New Mexico using the bubble-sheet-scantron method of ballot-casting or if it's just Bernalillo County reduced to filling in the small bubbles. All I know is that for me, if I want to make democracy my bitch, it will be through special pens and a flashblack to standardized testing.
Awesome.
1. Dentist. Lord have mercy, I don't want to go to the dentist again this year. The root canal/faux tooth ordeal earlier this year was enough, thank you very much. And yet? And yet.
Tomorrow's appointment is nothing bad -- just a cleaning -- but I am still dreading the examination and the head shaking and the pointed questions about my brushing and flossing habits and the inevitable scheduling for the next round of fillings. I hate going to the dentist, even if the dentist is a nice sort of fellow.
2. Voting. I do not care if I'm totally hopped up on novocane and sporting an oozing head wound; I am so voting tomorrow. Early voting's a wonderful innovation, if only that it allows citizens like Adam (who voted last week) to answer the telephone, pause for a moment and then say, "Yeah, I already voted. No, I'm not telling you who/what I voted for," before hanging up with vigor.
I want to vote, and I want to vote before November 7, because that day's going to be hellacious enough without having to take the Election SATs.* So I'm voting tomorrow. If you see me in line with a book or my laptop and I'm looking kind of lumpy-jawed, won't you say hello?
3. Shopping. There's no getting around it. I need new work pants. I need new work shirts. I need new work everything. Hello, Old Navy. Have you missed my credit card?
4. Writing. Maybe this should be #1 on the list, or at the very least, #2, but here it is, below dentist visits and voting and consumerism. But hey! I got some done this weekend! I'm very happy! But I'm not so happy about the inadvertant participation in NaNoWriMo! But if you're taking part in NaNoWriMo, yay! Just, I should be done with the NoWri part before the NoMo part, YouKNo?
Oiph.
*For those of you outside of the 505, we're paper voting this year. Actually, I don't even know if it's the whole of New Mexico using the bubble-sheet-scantron method of ballot-casting or if it's just Bernalillo County reduced to filling in the small bubbles. All I know is that for me, if I want to make democracy my bitch, it will be through special pens and a flashblack to standardized testing.
Awesome.
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